Everything that goes into my mouth seems to make me fat, everything that comes out of my mouth embarrasses me.

Life is but a continual succession of opportunities for surviving.

Always tell what you feel. Do what you think.

Many years later, in front of the firing squad, colonel Aureliano Buendía would remember that distant afternoon his father took him to see ice.

He was weary of the uncertainty of the vicious circle of that eternal war that always found him in the same place, but always older, wearier, even more in the position of not knowing why, or how, or even when.

In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory.

In the plenitude of their relationship, Florentina Ariza asked himself which of the two was love: the turbulent bed or the peaceful Sunday afternoons, and Sara Noriega calmed him with the simple argument that love was everything they did naked. She said, 'Spiritual love from the waist up and physical love from the waist down.